Qin Jian had another dream. He dreamed of Chris's piano again.
He was sitting in the orchestra pit playing the piano, surrounded by the band.
He soloed an aria melody. The melody was not gorgeous or sweet, and seemed to be a sample of a certain piece of music. However, it was unremarkable. Fortunately, the musicians around him were playing accompaniment, so no one paid attention to him.
He woke up after a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a white ceiling, and the sky outside the window was already getting dark.
16:45.
After taking a breath to relieve his fatigue, Qin Jian edited a message for Ning Qianxia.
"See you in the rehearsal hall."
Clicking send, he threw his phone aside, took off his sweat-soaked shirt, and went to the bathroom.
The 'swishing' shower took away the last bit of fatigue from him.
Accompanied by the sounds of various musical instruments coming from all directions, Qin Jian changed into clean clothes and left the hotel with a brand new conductor's baton.
I had a good sleep, but it was so noisy.
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The Group A match is tomorrow night, and there is not much time left for each team.
Everyone tried their best to polish and perfect their individual voices in the last time. It was impossible for the competition organizer to provide 24-hour rehearsal space for each team, so the hotel room naturally became a practice room.
Fortunately, this was the consensus reached by everyone on the first day.
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17:30, Haishi Conservatory of Music Theater Rehearsal Hall.
"Time is limited, so I won't talk nonsense."
"start."
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after an hour.
Qin Jian shook his head.
"Come again."
The stage fell silent instantly, Qin Jian's eyes seemed to wander through everyone's eyes, and then he flicked his wrist.
The black-gold baton in his hand drew a graceful arc in mid-air and fell down instantly.
"Boom——————"
The timpani once again sounded the prelude to The Magic Flute.
The gorgeous Don Juan-like symphony once again echoed throughout the hall.
Qin Jian continued to mobilize every auditory nerve in his rhythmic waving.
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"One violin!! Watch the volume!"
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"Chords, chords, chords! How many times do you want me to say it! Where are your ears?!"
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The magnificent symphony was mixed with the conductor's roar.
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Please pay attention to the sounds around you!!"
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"Papageno! Watch your expression! Expression!!!"
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"Zheng Feng, the rolling is not strong enough!"
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Time passed for another four sections.
"stop."
Qin Jian waved his hand, and the orchestra once again stopped neatly in an awkward position.
The actors remained motionless.
Ning Qianxia, the queen of the night, walked out of the dark night and moved her mouth, but didn't say anything in the end.
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"What happen to you guys?"
Qin Jian's voice was very soft, and everyone felt that he was asking himself this question.
"Are you all sick?!"
"Um?!"
It's just that no one answered his question. Everyone either lowered their heads or looked at each other in confusion. In this hour, everyone really queued up more than once.
This time, not only was the sound unstable and the harmonies unclear, but even the percussion section leader, the band's most stable performer, was singled out.
moment.
"I know everyone is very excited after the morning seminar."
Qin Jian paused.
"But please wake up!"
"We are not here for first place, let alone for any quota. We are here to train, to test the hard work that everyone has put in over the past two months, and to prepare for a bigger stage in the future.
of."
It looked like a machine gun and vomited a lot.
Qin Jian took a deep breath.
He can understand everyone's mood, but if he faces the stage the day after tomorrow in this state, he might as well just give up.
He did not expect that everyone was in such an impetuous state. The effect of today's rehearsal was far different from the last rehearsal before departure. Even if it could not be better than before, it could not be worse than before.
This is the bottom line in Qin Jian's heart.
Seeing that today's rehearsal time is coming to an end, there is only one hour left tomorrow morning.
He couldn't help but be a little anxious.
"Okay, let's not go ahead and start directly with Qian Xia's aria in the last scene."
As he spoke, he looked at Ning Qianxia in front of the curtain, and the other party gave him a look of affirmation.
then.
A thunderous sound effect sounded.
Qin Jian waved the baton again, and soothing string music began to play.
moment.
Ning Qianxia walked into the stage with a holy and anxious expression at a special speed. Although she did not change her costume, Qin Jian knew that the Queen of the Night had already appeared.
Stunning coloratura.
Let everyone feel at ease, including those on the podium.
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"Don't worry, we still have an hour tomorrow, everyone will be fine, you just need to trust me on this."
Ten o'clock in the evening, in the hotel, Qin Jian's room.
Ning Qianxia leaned against the TV cabinet holding a thermos cup, taking a sip every time she said a word.
moment.
"I don't want to say this, but in terms of understanding everyone else," she smiled, "you are not as good as me."
Moistening her throat, she continued, "After all, you don't actually get along with us as long as I do."
Qin Jian nodded, this is true.
"Indeed, I shouldn't get angry this afternoon. Everyone has worked hard to get here."
Ning Qianxia shook her head, "Tonghuo should be released. If you don't, I will. One of the two of us must make everyone sober up. You are right. Everyone has been a little nervous in the past two days since we came to Haishi.
Impetuous, I think you can understand it."
"Yes. I understand."
Ning Qianxia put down her cup and took out her mobile phone from her pocket: "Not everyone has as much experience on the competition stage as you do. Plus the seminar in the morning, everyone has heard that some uneasiness and excitement can make it difficult to sleep.
, even you said it yourself this morning, this is a good thing, isn't it? I think after this afternoon, everyone will adjust well tomorrow."
With that said, she handed the phone to Qin Jian, "Look at this, I sorted it out this afternoon."
Qin Jian took the phone and asked, "Deutsche Welle Opera Competition?"
"uh-huh."
After reading the information in his hand, Qin Jian finally understood what this competition was about.
"It turns out that the quota for each participating team is recommended by the theater or orchestra."
Ning Qianxia nodded and said: "Yes, only the theater or orchestra and sponsors who serve as judges of the competition can recommend places. This competition is different from your solo instrument stage and is very complicated."
As she said that, she glanced at Qin Jian and looked out the window: "In order to get more singing opportunities in the competition and be remembered by the audience and judges, many female singers may communicate privately with conductors or theater managers in order to compete for a role.
Some 'special' experiences."
Qin Jian smacked his lips: "Does this circle also play this trick?"
Ning Qianxia did not answer his question: "Do you know how many people are competing for a solo role?
"Isn't it true that you speak with strength?"
"What if everyone is very strong?"
Qin Jian didn't know what to say, and he didn't think the other party was joking.
Ning Qianxia sighed, "I saw it with my own eyes at the reception after the award ceremony at the Welby Music Festival."
"What about your gold medal?"
As soon as Qin Jian's subconscious words blurted out, he felt a little inappropriate and drew his left hand on his chest, "Well, I mean you are stronger than them."
Ning Qianxia turned her head, as if she had automatically ignored what Qin Jian said.
"That's right."
"So I need a bigger stage."
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"Yes, Frank, a bigger market can create a bigger stage."
Vaughan looked at his secretary with great relief.